The first time I hitchhiked in Ireland I was picked up by a French couple in a woody wagon listening to Ray Charles. This was during my first trip. I had been on Sherkin Island volunteering as a helper (WWOOF) … Continue reading →

Sometimes it’s okay to simply be happy. Wherever you are, whomever you’re with, savor it. This doesn’t mean that you won’t have to make some tough choices or that the people you love will live forever and you’ll never again … Continue reading →

Part of the magic of travel in Ireland for the modern American is all about getting lost. This is so you can find yourself again. What do I mean? Well, if my plans hadn’t gone awry during my first trip … Continue reading →

Have you ever had an embarrassing cultural moment? Perhaps in which your idea of what a word meant was quite different from someone else? Most of the time these hiccups in cultural expectations are no big deal. No blushing of … Continue reading →